𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑡 🌻 Johnnyboy One Shots

Heartthrobs

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word count: 1965 (unintentional lol)

status: edited

Ponyboy's POV
It was a few days that Johnny had been in the hospital. Most of my time was spent sauntering around the hospital, expecting some arrival of good news or a casually uplifting notion from Two-Bit.

The doctors noticed that when I walked in this morning to visit Johnny, his heart seemed to be more stable than before.

Apparently, they were going to release him when they came to the conclusion he'd be alright. I guess I was the stabilizer, but I wasn't sure if it would last.

I needed to tell him everything; what I felt when he was gone and how sick it made me to wake up without the chime of his voice through the door.

It was about midnight, almost close to 1 in the morning, last time I checked. I walked to the door, until I heard Darry.

"Hey, Ponyboy! Where do you think you're goin'?"

"I'm just goin' to the lot," I replied, half-bothered.

"Do you know what time it is?" he arrogantly managed me around.

"Well, it's 1 in the morning, for someone who's still up." I retorted, pointing out the obvious until he could wrap his head around the fact he was up as well.

"You gettin' smart with me?" Darry asked with his teeth clenched. I didn't shudder, nor did I say anything to get him worked up.

Soda came in. "Pony, what's goin' on?"

"He doesn't want me going to the lot."

Beneath his disheveled hair, Soda's eyes woke a feeling of resistance. "Come on Darry, let the kid have some time to himsel-"

"No Soda! You have to learn to listen to me as well! It's not going to take all your decision-making to lighten things up with your rowdy attitude!"

"Darry, stop!" As I crossed his eyes I could feel my weight shifting off my feet, as a push sent me down to the floor.

Everything was slowly happening, my world was stopping. Sodapop had eyes that urged for better days, a better time where Darry didn't have to have such behavior. I couldn't bear it.

I picked up and ran. Their voices cried for me in the distance, but the sadness in Soda's throat carried me a long way from home.

a/n: ok even the writer is crying here, ur not the only one

Johnny's POV
Such urgency tonight. And I didn't have a reason for it, just an urgency to talk, to gather myself and make it known to my best friend that things will get better. Only when he's around.

The hospital made me feel empty and like a ghost. I turned my head in each direction and there was something new that was so still it felt exiled from any life or happiness.

I'm trapped. I'm boxed in. This room is getting smaller. I need to see somebody.

It felt like my heart conditions were getting normal again, stable, to say the least, but it was beyond my understanding.

My heart was unstable, immature, too young. Maybe I wouldn't see it until I'm older, but my feelings couldn't be denied if I wanted to do such a thing. The heavy beat in my chest, the sweat beneath my eyes, the endless roaring of vents around me. I wasn't going to last, was I?